Droves of growers rolling by
In the trees and way below
Simple factors foiling time
Never did we seem to know
She was high and I was low
Sitting in our bungalow
Eating something wonderfulNever ever getting full
Nests of crows are hoarding coins
In the competition zone
Hush now seedling, don`t you cry
Maybe I`ll be coming home quite soon for you
Quite sinful you...
